Once, not so long ago, I walked around a much smaller size and with a great deal more confidence. With the body of a runway model, I had no fears when it came to fashion. I surrounded myself with unique garments, I spent hours at a sewing machine, and I even spent a bit of time in fashion school. I felt beautiful and in charge of my body and my life.
Then, my body began to change and I learned what it's like to carry the body of a fully developed woman. My hips spread, my breasts grew, and every bit of me plumped a bit.
It was then that my lust for personal fashion took a devastating crash, along with my self-esteem.
Soon, I'd grow to become an alternative fashion photographer. My attention to my own wardrobe shifted to the physiques of lovely models. I began exchanging that hour I spent on hair and makeup for a few extra winks of sleep. I started caring more for the threads that adorned my artistic subjects instead of the ones that kept me warm.
Hopefully, that's going to change a bit. I've decided to try and embrace my new figure and to discover why I shouldn't feel ashamed of my new body. My goal for right now is to get dressed up and present a look at least once a week. It's time I start taking care of myself again and I hope to rekindle that creative passion that I once had for styling and designing.
I travel a lot as a photographer and I usually style most of my models. To see more of my photography, please visit me at one of the following sites: